Poetry a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty. – Matthew Arnold
Cruel, but composed and bland,
Dumb, inscrutable and grand,
So Tiberius might have sat,
Had Tiberius been a cat. – Matthew Arnold
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires,
She needs not June for beautys heightening… – Matthew Arnold
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will. – Matthew Arnold
If you dont die of thirst, there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness, which we all yearn for, or you can do the beauty of minutiae, the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean, and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music, or Neil Young. – Anne Lamott